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murda b - one mic freestyle lyrics

[intro]
if you hear your name in this song, suck my d_ck
if you mad about it, suck my d_ck, word

[verse]
n_ggas know i don’t got nothin’ to prove, b_tches d_ck ridin’ me to get lit
and i’m standin’ on everything, all of the sh_t that i said, all that doa sh_t to my d_ck
and these n_ggas be talkin’, but when they see me in person, they beggin’ me just for a fl!ck
and i’m seein’ a lot of talkin’ on the media, b_tches tryna get under my skin and it’s like oh, god
when n_ggas gonna stop suckin’ my d_ck while they gettin’ paid 9_to_5 workin’ a job?
when n_ggas gonna go give me my flowers? it feel like the spot that i made, it got robbed
how fast n_ggas switch up like they all been hatin’, i peeped it, i swear that sh_t was really odd
i catch lil’ rubi or enny, they smoke on my kid, now i roll up dummy in a box
i’m not gonna lie, i don’t give a f_ck who don’t like me ’cause they don’t excite me
b_tches, they wanna talk sh_t, and i’m not even takin’ that lightly, i drop, come and fight me
i held it down for you n_ggas, b_tch, you better talk to me nicely, i’m somebody wifey
scottie keep dissin’ like n_ggas ain’t beat her right out of her nikes, put her on a white tee
i really can’t take all these new n_ggas serious, i link with the opps just to see, i was curious to see what y’all’d do
most of y’all ran and went straight to the stu’
and then started dissin’, my n_gga, don’t play that
sendin’ shots all around where her face at
n_ggas just pick and choosin’, either way, they losin’, wanna cuff lil’ murda, then just say that
like, n_ggas don’t know the sh_t that i been through
left the shoes, but got stuck in the middle
now they linkin’, i’m tryna be cool, i see it and all i can do is could just giggle
and, yeah, i got touched, but don’t gotta say it no more, after i drop, b_tches know what’s up
like you need to give up, n_ggas just lyin’ and sh_t, don’t believe ’em, they just tryna f_ck
without me, there wouldn’t be no more you, you got 400k, i’ma clock it
went up off a line, askin’ me what did i do, when they throw up a hound, i’ma drop it
and it’s no shade, i cut that b_tch open, the blade in my mouth if that b_tch wanna play
and i don’t play them games, sh_t that you make in a year is the sh_t that i make in a day
i f_cked around, i gotta admit it, n_ggas f_cked up with gettin’ me started
like, how could you do it when i was your ticket? get the whole [?] excited when i f_ck around and record and go drop me a snippet
n_ggas doin’ the sh_t i was doin’, but when they all do it, all i hear is crickets
just give me a minute to just let me finish
we gonna get to the facts, let’s talk about all that sh_t that y’all sayin’ ain’t real
b_tches, they swear they don’t like me, but they was all on my d_ck when i signed my first deal
b_tches, they all fake as f_ck, if they was around me before, then they should know what’s up
they gon’ say that my sh_t wasn’t tough, but they speak on my kid, so i roll them n_ggas in my blunt
[outro]
f_ck you, f_ck enny, f_ck rubi
f_ck all them dead n_ggas that ever talked about my life
’cause y’all n_ggas ain’t doin’ sh_t, i’m still droppin’ the jet
stop speakin’ on my kid ’cause my kid doin’ way better than y’all n_ggas
and, yeah, y’all already know what’s up
feel me? this is my last song ‘fore a while before i drop, then y’all gonna come fight me
huh, yeah

- murda b lyrics

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